niedziela, 30 września 2012

czwartek, 27 września 2012

how it works

power failure / ...kiedy w więzieniu nie ma prądu

środa, 26 września 2012

bottom bitch / dirty dirt

'j. k. was a writer. that is, he wrote. many people who call themselves writers and have their names on books aren’t writers and can’t write - the difference being a bullfighter who fights a bull is different than a bullshitter who makes passes with no bull there. the writer has been there or he can’t write about it. and going there he risks being gored. to write they must go there and submit to conditions they may not have bargained for. the only real thing about a writer is what he has written, and not his so-called life'

poniedziałek, 24 września 2012

127th Chorus / Mexico City Blues

niedziela, 23 września 2012

Mexico City Blues / 160th Chorus

śladami witka’n’cego

w mistyczny trans wprowadzam się

nie dając złu najmniejszych szans

sprzedawać tani flak

pod gór wkopaną nogą

złaknionym wszystkim tym

którzy po prostu już nie mogą

"I've been rappin' for about seventeen years, okay? I don't write my stuff anymore. I just kick it from my head, you know what I'm saying? I can do that. No disrepect, but that's how I am..."

"wisi w turbanie matka na ścianie macha synowi na pożegnanie"

sobota, 22 września 2012

cat-bat-bitch period in progress

piątek, 21 września 2012

I´m Waiting For The Man

czwartek, 20 września 2012

“I ate apple pie and ice cream—it was getting better as I got deeper into Iowa, the pie bigger, the ice cream richer. There were the most beautiful bevies of girls everywhere I looked in Des Moines that afternoon—they were coming home from high school—but I had no time for thoughts like that…So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.”
Jack K.

środa, 19 września 2012

"If you really want to hurt your parents,
and you don’t have nerve enough to be a homosexual,
the least you can do is go into the arts"
Mr Vonnegut

stop workin' - start bitchin'

wtorek, 18 września 2012

everything starts with the line / poverty

"I did everything I wanted to when I had nothing"

I'm scared every day ... more and more

poniedziałek, 17 września 2012

holiday in Argentina - a legacy of the eighties
Włodzimierz Pawlak, "Adolf hitler", 1986

"I often wonder what would have happened to me if the whole art thing didn’t work out for me. I’ve totally turned into this fat typical depressed neurotic self loathing art fag. But I can remember being hungry . I can remember the first time getting a rejection letter from a magazine getting rejected from a gallery . the anger and the fire that ,that rejection created inside me like I was fucking nothing, like I didn’t matter. I was so angry then I wanted to destroy everything that made people feel safe, I wanted to terrorize America I wanted to throw the first rock and start a revolution , anarchy and riots all the way people would listen to me, but then I sold my first expensive painting and bought a car ,and everything changed. People like Hitler and charles manson real monsters, yet human, how did they become like this? Rejection, Hitler’s paintings were rejected everywhere, and mansons songwriting skills were laughed at. With all that hate and anger I funneled into my art, what kind of monster would I have been now, if not for success?"
by D.Choe

niedziela, 16 września 2012

I'm tellin' ya...bitches don't have mercy for old women

...so I just went out see On the Road with my Wife

Tribute 2 Zbigniew Sajnóg

David Choe ruin my peace
...i wspomnienie minionego wieczora...
Drunken Master

“I don’t care if people hate my guts;
I assume most of them do.
The important question is
whether they are in a position
to do anything about it.”
William S. Burroughs